‘Family’ Posts
You would think that my coping skills would be better…
You would think that after 13 years, my coping skills would be better. And yet, here I am once again, just a few days shy of January 20th, the anniversary of our firstborn’s passing, quietly (or perhaps not so quietly) struggling to maintain the remaining shreds of my [Read More]
I am me…
I am… I am… A mother Gently pressing lips Against a little boy’s cheek As he dreams I am… Shy The quietest person In a room full of friends And yet I am… Helpful Because I want to be liked And not left out As I used to be I am… Apologetic Fearful of [Read More]
The Jackpot
As I watch you sleeping in the night Arms wrapped around your pillow, oh so tight Little fingers clutch a furry little toy Dispelling any daytime myths That you’re not a little boy And in the darkness, you beckon me to come A frightened little boy who wants his mum [Read More]
On Hearts and Little Boys
It’s hard to believe that July 8th marks 13 years since our first son was born. As I try not to think about the Bar Mitzvah we aren’t planning, my mind turns to my handsome seven-year-old. On a hot summer day two years ago (after giving it a great deal of [Read More]
Life is a Series of Choices
It was the hardest telephone call I’d ever had to make. “He’s gone,” I said quietly. “It’s over.” I could hear my father’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a choked sob. From my mother I heard nothing. Sitting on the narrow bed in our spartan hospital [Read More]
Mud Puddle Day
“Let’s go for a walk,” I said to the boy He replied with a scowl; turned back to his toys “And what if I promise you fun on the way?” “What if I told you it’s mud puddle day?” Curiosity piqued, he followed me out Still [Read More]
30 random facts about yours truly…
As an expat living in a country I love, I know that I will never feel 100% at home in either place and will always feel that I’m being tugged back and forth between them in so many ways. I was very shy and socially awkward as a kid, and had a difficult time making [Read More]
Memories of Grandma…
While rifling through some drawers in our guest room, I found the printout of what I wrote nearly 17 years ago, after receiving the news that my grandmother had passed away. I didn’t fly to the US for the funeral, and instead, wrote the essay below to be read aloud [Read More]
Bag of Dreams
I send you off to school today, my precious little boy Hand-in-hand we reach the gate – trepidation mixed with joy I hold you close and kiss your hair before I say goodbye And hope that you won’t see the tears that slowly fill my eyes I wish you well in school [Read More]
Of books and hope…
Earlier today, I spent some time reorganizing my bookshelves which, on the face of it, probably doesn’t sound terribly significant. Shifting books to and fro is hardly cause for excitement, nor is putting books away in a closet in order to make room for other books. [Read More]
